Hold her in the Light and close
as she finds ways to let go
and swim back to the mainland.
A piece has broken off, or
has been covered by the tides
that claim us all in their time.
Mortality is of God,
but doesn’t feel like Mercy
as companion-ship leaves.
Or changes course into
invisible passages
while everything reminds her.
His house embraces her, and
everything in it is sound
and built strong from his caring.
And this she can count on, this
will keep her afloat while she
remembers her own sea legs.
Remind her that Justice is
alive. Justice needs
her love
as she aches, as she finds Peace
as she aches, as she finds Peace
and entertains her close friends
again, sees we admire her gifts and
loyalty, and love her smile.
Copyright © 2015 S.L.Chast
A beautiful supporting poem of strength and compassion, Susan. This poem will help her greatly. I'm glad she has her father's house, built of his caring, wrapped around her.
ReplyDeleteWell said. It's never easy.
ReplyDeleteMmm.
ReplyDeleteMmhmmm.
ReplyDeleteThis poem should comfort your friend, Susan. It is always hard to know what to say or do in the face of death...but I think you have the answer here!
ReplyDeletesometimes tides are harsh and unkind but one has to move on..."companion-ship leaves." the significant breaking here is so sad and inevitable...
ReplyDeleteSo well said! And so completely.
ReplyDeleteOur lives cannot be completely free from guilt, horror and sadness. It is hard enough to save ourselves let alone help others which may result in our own demise. Decisions must be made and once done the die is cast. Let's hope we don't face the same situation. Now we will all ponder "What if it were me?"
ReplyDeletelovely embracing words. we should all have such friends in our time of loss and lamentous pain
ReplyDeletegracias Susan
life flows everywhere
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful poem...any loss is a process which can only be made 'easier' with the love and support of friends and family - and remembering what is left..not what has gone perhaps?
ReplyDeleteTo continue is to live with his presence in the embrace of his house.. Somehow this is both comforting and sad.. Hope this a good support for your friend.
ReplyDeleteSuch a gift, to have a friend who knows all these things and puts them into practice... For, indeed, when a loved one dies, nothing makes things better than another soul reminding you that part of celebrating his or her life and staying loved and alive.
ReplyDeleteThis is very uplifting and comforting to read Susan ~ These lines spoke to me:
ReplyDeleteHis house embraces her, and
everything in it is sound
and built strong from his caring.
you got me at remembering her sea legs... the past is in our future
ReplyDeletethis is such a wonderful gift of friendship
ReplyDeletehave a nice Sunday; thanks for stopping by to read mine
much love...
Oh Susan this is such a wonderful poem for your friend....it brought tears to my eyes as I still feel my father's loss almost 20 yrs on now. That companion-ship that is gone is hard to recover from.
ReplyDeleteit can be so hard being supportive but well written
ReplyDeletewell written
ReplyDeleteSo eloquently expressed, Susan, with tenderness and understanding and love. I know this gesture will console and comfort your dear friend, during this most challenging time.
ReplyDeletePoppy
masterful.
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Your words really are comforting and supportive. What a beautiful friend you are :)
ReplyDeleteVery nice and comforting poem
ReplyDeletea piece has broken off ..i can feel the sense of loss..
ReplyDeleteAs Spock would say:
ReplyDeleteChange is the essential process of all existence.
I am sure he now roams on the other side of now..
Everyone needs a hug or two at time like this. Such a heartfelt poem Susan. Your words definitely comfort your friend.
ReplyDeleteEncouraging piece!
ReplyDeleteTo cheer a friend in times like this is never an easy task... and you did, Susan. Thank you for being such a good friend to her.
ReplyDelete- ksm
Susan,
ReplyDeleteA very fine and thoughtful means of commiserating with a friend at this sad and difficult time. Sometimes words can say it all, in a placid and calming manner. They are also written from a supportive heart.
Eileen
Comfort given is always good
ReplyDeletelosing a parent is so hard...when my wife lost her mother it was one of the hardest times in both of our lives...leanring how to console her through the process of grief...
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